I knew I would eventually screw myself over. It could have been easy if I had just stuck with my initial decision. Now things are complicated again, and I’m overwhelmed again, and we’re both going to get hurt again. I know exactly what’s coming, and I don’t like it.
I really, really hate seeing my friends get completely consumed by their relationships. Yes, it’s important to compromise, but there’s a fine line between compromise and manipulation. I’ve learned that.
“Sexism in 2011 is a different, more subtle beast, which shows itself in insidious ways: it is there when a man shouts out a sexualised comment as you pass in the street; it is there when your male colleague makes a joke about it being your time of the month; and it is there when you are called a slag, a bitch, a whore or told you are not as good at map-reading or driving or any of those other quintessentially “male” skills you are deemed too dim to master.
And, as Boycott points out, if a woman objects to any of this – even if it makes her feel uncomfortable – she is somehow seen as poo-faced or not a good sport.”—Guardian UK Article “Why Sexism is no Laughing Matter” (via jessiegrebby)